Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit Chapter 7: Bidou

The old man wore a cyan Dao robe, and he was the dean of the True Spirit House, the real person Xuanyong in the Alchemy Period.

The Taoist Xuanyong is amiable and approachable, and he is highly respected by the disciples and professors of the other courtyard. I saw him standing on the ring, beside him were two middle-aged monks who were dressed like Taoists.

Dao Master Xuan Yong smiled and said: "The disciples practice hard, you must be the leader of the immortal leader!"

The chief immortals quickly thanked them.

Tao Master Xuanyong pointed to the two people around him and said, "These two want to come to you to know, but the following disciples are afraid they don’t know, so I have to introduce them."

After that, I pointed to the thin and tall monk on his left and said, "This is the real person Xuansu." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on the right and said, "This is the real person Xuance."

All the disciples were taken aback, they were actually two real people!

These disciples are usually the only real person in the Alchemy Period in the other courtyard. Dean Xuanyong is also rare to see. Most of the disciples have only met once during the five-year competition. This time there are three real people here, so why not excite all the disciples? If you perform well in the competition and are favored by any real person, you can immediately become an inner disciple, and the hemolysis period is in sight.

Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage. Although he was extremely admired in his heart, he still kept a trace of clarity in his heart. The three real people came to a competition of blood-refining monks. It seems that the competition is really extraordinary. !

It just made Lu Ping wonder if there is something that can make real people in the Alchemy Period pay attention to their little blood-refining cultivators' contests?

After more than two hundred disciples draw lots, they will fight against each other. The place of the competition will be on eight small arenas. The first 128 will be determined in the first round, and there will be two rounds a day, and the first day will be determined. Sixty-four.

The eight small arenas raised small shields. Lu Ping knew that this was a form of formation that could prevent attacks below the hemolysis period from accidentally injuring people outside the arena.

Each ring is presided over by a hemolytic immortal leader.

The real person Xuanyong was not verbose, and directly announced the start of the competition. The disciples went to draw lots under the central arena in a pot containing red and blue bamboo sticks.

Lu Ping did not expect his luck to be drawn bye bye, but he did not draw the eighth or ninth level of blood refining. After all, more than half of the more than 200 people are at the seventh level of blood refining. .

Lu Ping’s opponent in the first round was a disciple from the twelfth team in the middle of the seventh level. This disciple seemed to be younger than Lu Ping. He was about fifteen years old and was a tall, lanky man. There was a hint of arrogance in the childish face.

Li Sheng does have the capital to be proud. He is only fifteen years old this year, and he has reached the middle stage of the seventh level of blood refining. Not only is he talented in cultivation, he is not inferior to other disciples in hard work. Not only the family, but even the fairy leader Fang also praised him that there is almost no problem in entering the hemolysis period.

There are five geniuses among the second-level disciples. They are Lin Sheng from the first team, Zhao Lang from the fifth team, Shi Lingling from the seventh team, Leng Qian from the fourteenth team, and Qian from the eighteenth team. Fei, these five people are known as the "Five Shows", and they are all eighth and ninth-level blood refining people, because these five people all entered the seventh level of the late blood refining before they were fourteen years old.

Li Sheng has always believed that he is the only "sixth show" of these five people. This time, the big competition received a generous reward from the sect, and the family has prepared a good low-level magic weapon for it. , There are a lot of Fulus, it can be said to be rich in wealth, he himself is even more ambitious, consciously even if he meets the eighth level of blood refining seniors can be defeated, even the ordinary 9th level of blood refining disciples is not one of them. war.

So when this ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old disciple of the seventh level of blood refining stood in front of Lu Pianping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.

Looking at the half-year-old child, Lu Ping smiled for no reason, drew out his advanced magic weapon, put on a "blood-dissolving bone-refining sword" handy style, and said to Li Sheng: "Senior brother please!"

Li Sheng saw that Lu Ping actually used this set of basic swordsmanship. It can be seen that he is also an ordinary disciple with no family background. His face is even more contemptuous. With a "croak", he took out a hand like a show. The top-ranked magic soldier displayed a set of kung fu hand styles handed down by the family, and thought to himself that his father said that this set of "Twenty-Four Swords of Gale" was quite powerful in the blood refining period, and he had no background like this. The ordinary disciple in the background is afraid that he hasn't even heard of this set of swordsmanship.

Lu Ping hasn't seen this set of swordsmanship. He just looked at this little monk who was like a child showing off his toys and found it very ridiculous. However, through this strange sword style, he was aware of the danger in it.

Li Sheng flashed the top-rank magic weapon in his hand, and flashed white light as if he were trained. Lu Ping suddenly felt that a mana was hidden in the white light emitted by the magic weapon, swiftly coming toward his face. The moves are not old, and the face has been cut and hurts.

Lu Ping calmly challenged, turning around to avoid the white light, and the magic soldier in his hand was also a sword qi returning to Li Sheng's wrist.

Li Shengsi didn't take it seriously. Relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he pushed Lu Ping's magic soldiers to the side, pinched a hand gesture with his left hand, and at the same time muttered a word, a flame rose, waiting for Lu Ping's magic soldiers to be separated. After driving, showing openness, he was caught off guard.

Unexpectedly, the two magic weapons were connected, and Li Sheng felt that a strong mana was transmitted to his magic weapons. He was temporarily ineffective. Not only did he fail to separate the opponent’s magic weapons, but he was pushed by this force. It took two steps to resolve it.

The Flame Art in his hand was slammed by this mana~IndoMTL.com~, and it was easily dodged by Lu Ping. The flames exploded and let Lu Ping's simple breeze blow completely.

The contemptuous color on Li Sheng's face faded a lot. This man's mana was so strong that he was not under him, and it seemed that some of them were beaten. However, thinking of the wealth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly felt more emboldened.

Lu Ping looked at the soya bean-sized gap that had been cut out on the high-grade magic weapon in his hand. He couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face. This magic weapon was held in his hand for only three months, and it was only two fights. This time, I was hit hard.

The magic weapon in Li Sheng's hand crossed and attacked again. A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of Gale" was faster than a sword, and a sword was as fast as a sword. At the same time, the spells in his hand outweighed one, occasionally There were also a few talismans intertwined in it, and they smashed towards Lu Ping.

Lu Ping felt a bit rushed for a while. The opponent's swordsmanship was like a violent wind passing through the border, and it was almost pervasive. There were also spells such as Flame Art, Ice Seal Art, Wind Blade Art, Golden Sword Art, Giant Wood Art, etc. When he finally got a breath of respite with a solid foundation, before he could counterattack the last move, the opponent was filled with a talisman.

Lu Ping looked at a series of low-grade and even middle-grade blood refining talisman, and struck him without money, like a piece of spirit stone smashing in front of his eyes, cursing the prodigal son in his heart.

"Fortunately, this Li Sheng is quite sensible, and he didn't regard the top grade talisman as a water drift." Just as Lu Ping sighed, an ice-bladed talisman exploded in front of him, shocked by the huge spiritual fluctuations. Lu Ping jumped, wishing to slap himself and scrape his ears. This was clearly a top-grade talisman.

The cold air, before the three crystal clear ice knives hit him, had already scared the cold hair on Lu Ping's body to stand up.